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Adrenaline surges through me as I swing down from the tree and hit the ground running.He fires a few more shots, but the foliage blocks his fire.I run as fast as I can, weaving in and out of the aspen trees as he runs behind me in hot pursuit.I burst into the open field and roll behind a barricade of tires before he emerges from the woods.He looks around the field, calmly hunting for me, and I feel a little thrill of arousal along with the adrenaline at the sight of him, all hard muscle and unyielding determination.
But unless I want to spend the next round running around with a plug in my ass, I can’t just sit here admiring Roman’s amazing physique.I have to take my advantage while I have it.With a grin, I take aim, fire, and hit him square in the middle of those amazing abs.
He swears and looks around in surprise, his gaze scarily intense.I wouldn’t want to be truly hunted by him.I duck out of sight, my back pressed against the tires and my breath coming hard, hoping he didn’t spot me.I hear his footsteps before I see him, and I take off running again, hoping to make it to the next barricade—an old Jeep that will provide better protection—before he can fire at me again.His shot hits me in the calf, but I keep running, diving into the back of the old car.My body encounters hard flesh, and I scream as I scramble backward.I see Megan lying prone along the seat, her gun trained on the woods, as a paintball hits me along the side of my left breast.
I fire a few shots in Roman’s direction, but it’s too late.The air horn sounds, and Roman saunters over to the Jeep, holding his hand out to help me down.I take it begrudgingly.
“You’re not a bad shot when you have time to aim,” he says.I try to pull my hand away, but he’s not having it, and he grips it firmly in his as we walk back toward the clearing.“And you’re clever.”He stops and runs a finger through the still-wet blotch of paint on my breast.With the paint on his finger, he inscribes a big red “R” across the middle of my stomach, marking me as his.“Just not clever enough,” he adds, his eyes sparkling.
Back in the clearing, the Doms are given a knapsack with the submissives’ trophies, as Logan calls them, and I take stock of the rest of the contestants.Karl must have been telling the truth, because poor Bella is marked by paint in all three places, and she trembles slightly as he pulls a plug out of his bag with a smug smile.Most of the submissives are covered in paint and have been hit in at least one or two critical spots, which makes me appreciate Roman’s aim as well as rue the fact that had I been paired with a Dom with a less accurate shot, I probably could have emerged from this heat unscathed.Rose is the only one who wasn’t hit anywhere pertinent, and the Doms rib Jake good-naturedly.
“Clothing from the waist down only for all contestants for the next round,” Logan announces.His eyes crinkle.“Our submissives might need their swimsuit bottoms to keep things in place.”
Roman’s warm fingers pull at the string at the back of my bikini top, and I feel it fall away.My nipples harden under his heated gaze, despite me firmly telling myself that I will not get turned on by Roman and those intense gray-blue eyes of his that can caress me almost as efficiently as his hands.
“What will it be, Avalon?”he asks softly, holding up a small, flared plug and a pair of tweezer clamps with weights hanging from them.Crap.If only I hadn’t freaked out when I’d landed on Megan!I consider my options.Although no one would see the plug and I’d found it vaguely arousing in the comfort of the hotel room, running around with it buried in my ass seems impossible.
“The clamps,” I whisper.
Before I can second-guess my decision, his fingers are plucking and tugging erotically, causing my sex to clench and my nipples to lengthen into hardened points.He smiles with approval and attaches first one and then the other clamp.He watches my face closely as he slides the ring up each clamp, tightening them until he’s satisfied.Then he taps the weights attached to each to make them swing like pendulums, sending little frissons of awareness through me.
Once all the submissives have been suitably outfitted, Logan explains the rules of the next game to a slightly more subdued but focused audience.
“The next heat is our game changer.It’s called Shoot the Captain, and you all will be divided into two teams with Doms and subs competing together during this round.There will be two bases—one for each team.Each team will pick a captain, who will be tethered to their base.The goal is to shoot the other team’s captain.However…” He pauses dramatically.“The first captain to get shot will be automatically eliminated from the games.”
There’s a gasp among the contestants.Logan holds up his hand.
“It’s up to each team to protect their captain.If neither captain gets shot, no one will be automatically eliminated, and the two couples to leave after this round will be determined by audience vote as during the past two events.Everyone, including the captain, will be armed with a paintball gun loaded with twenty-five paintballs.If you get hit or run out of paintballs, you’re out and can’t participate for the rest of the round.If your team shoots the captain of the opposing team, each couple on the winning team will be awarded an extra one hundred points.Any questions?”
